My grandmother passed away 7 years ago. She always was a stubborn woman and was determined she wasn’t going. My mother and I ended up helping the nurses in the cottage hospital covering the night shifts. They were very short staffed. We spent 3 nights taking it in turns, dabbing water on her lips and listening for the last breath. It got to November 5th (Bonfire Night). My poor dog was terrified of fireworks so I couldn’t go to the hospital, it was that night she decided to die. I still a sense of guilt that I wasn’t there at the end and she died alone. We now celebrate her life with a rocket every year so she left this world with a bang!